She is carrying my ancient joy, and I feel her
Touching the periphery of my consciousness when she is near
She cycles down a country lane her cotton dress
Flapping around her legs
She is a child from the wind’s homely womb
Born with fire heaving in her belly
Its twilight embers flashing and dying
Burning low but not burnt-out
That I have in mine
She has fallen asleep now under the tree
By the quiet river and I know her dreams
That I also dream
If never I become ingenuous and abandon like this
What is the weight upon me
Oh my twin of rest, of idyll, of wonder
This rock around my neck.  How is it mine


  1. This one gave me chills and left a huge smile across my face. What lovely gifts on a Saturday morning. I truly love playing catchup in Your room. It’s a feast of delight! Thank You, Lovely Vera!!! 🤗💖☀️😊❤️🦋🌼!

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    1. That’s exactly what I feel about yours. ❤

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      1. Ok. You just gifted the first huge smile of the day! Yay!!!! 😊💖☀️

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  2. Love the weight of this work Vera! And BTW, I just nominated you for the “Mystery Blogger” award. Hope you don’t mind. 🙂


    1. I will start to work on it when I get the chance.


      1. Not to worry! It does take a bit of time and I know how busy you must be. Just wanted you to know how much I value your work! 🙂


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